“I’ll have to think of something else,” muttered the Scarecrow, sinking dejectedly back on his throne.
“Oh!” shuddered Dorothy, clutching the Scarecrow, “Here he comes!”
“Way for the Grand Gheewizard! Way for the Grand Gheewizard!”
The crowd parted. Hobbling toward the throne came the ugly little Gheewizard of the Silver Island holding a large silver vase high above his head, and after him — !
When Sir Hokus caught a glimpse of what came after, he leaped clean over the Comfortable Camel.
“Uds daggers!” roared the Knight. “At last!”
He rushed forward violently. There was a sharp thrust of his good sword, then an explosion like twenty giant firecrackers in one, and the room became quite black with smoke. Before anyone realized what had happened, Sir Hokus was back, dragging something after him and shouting exuberantly, “A dragon! I have slain a dragon! What happiness!”
Everyone was coughing and spluttering from the smoke, but as it cleared Dorothy saw that it was indeed a dragon Sir Hokus had slain, the rheumatic dragon of the old Gheewizard himself.
“Why didn’t you get the wizard?” rumbled the Cowardly Lion angrily.
“Must have exploded,” said the Comfortable Camel, sniffing the skin daintily.
“Treason!” yelled the three Princes, while the Grand Gheewizard flung himself on the stone floor and began tearing strand after strand from his silver pigtail.
“He has killed the little joy of my hearth!” screeched the old man. “I will turn him to a cat, a miserable yellow cat, and roast him for dinner!”
“Oh!” cried Dorothy, looking at Sir Hokus sorrowfully. “How could you?”
The slaying of the dragon had thrown the whole hall into utmost confusion. Sir Hokus turned a little pale under his armor, but faced the angry mob without flinching.
“Oh, my dear Karwan Bashi, this is so uncomfortable!” wheezed the camel, glancing back of him with frightened eyes.
“There’s a shiny dagger in my left-hand saddlesack. I doubt very much whether they would like it,” coughed the Doubtful Dromedary, pressing close to the Knight.
“On with the ceremony!” cried the eldest Prince, seeing that the excitement was giving the Scarecrow’s friends too much time to think. “The son of an iron pot shall be punished later!”
“That’s right!” cried a voice from the crowd. “Let the Emperor be restored!”
“I guess it’s all over,” gulped the Scarecrow. “Give my love to Ozma and tell her I tried to come back.”
In helpless terror, the little company watched the Gheewizard approach. One could fight real enemies, but magic! Even Sir Hokus, brave as he was, felt that nothing could be done.
“One move and you shall be so many prunes,” shrilled the angry old man, fixing the people from Oz with his wicked little eyes. The great room was so still you could have heard a pin drop. Even the Doubtful Dromedary had not the heart to doubt the wizard’s power, but stood rigid as a statue.
The wizard advanced slowly, holding the sealed vase carefully over his head. The poor Scarecrow regarded it with gloomy fascination. One more moment and he would be an old, old Silverman. Better to be lost forever! He held convulsively to Dorothy.
As for Dorothy herself, she was trembling with fright and grief. When the Grand Gheewizard raised the vase higher and higher and made ready to hurl it at the Scarecrow, disregarding his dire threat she gave a shrill scream and threw up both hands.
“Great grandmothers!” gasped the Scarecrow, jumping to his feet. As Dorothy had thrown up her arms, the little parasol swinging at her wrist had jerked open. Up, up, up, and out through the broken skylight in the roof sailed the little Princess of Oz!
The Grand Gheewizard, startled as anyone, failed to throw the vase. Every neck was craned upward, and everyone was gasping with astonishment.
The oldest Prince, as usual, was the first to recover. “Don’t stand staring like an idiot! Now’s your chance!” he hissed angrily in the Gheewizard’s ear.
“I didn’t come here to be harried and hurried by foreigners,” sobbed the little man. “How is one to work magic when interrupted every other minute? I want my little dragon.”
“Oh, come on now, just throw it. I’ll get you another dragon,” begged the Prince, his hands trembling with excitement.
In the face of this new disaster, the Scarecrow had forgotten all about the Gheewizard. He and the Cowardly Lion and Sir Hokus were running distractedly around the great throne trying to think up a way to rescue Dorothy. As for the Doubtful Dromedary, he was doubting everything in a loud, bitter voice, while the Comfortable Camel fairly snorted with sorrow.
“There! Now’s your chance,” whispered the Prince. The Scarecrow, with his back to the crowd, was gesturing frantically.
Taking a firm hold on the neck of the vase and with a long incantation which there is no use at all in repeating, the Gheewizard flung the bottle straight at the Scarecrow’s head. But scarcely had it left his hand before there was a flash and a flutter and down came Dorothy and the magic parasol right on top of the vase.
Zip! The vase flew in quite another direction, and next minute had burst over the luckless heads of the three plotting Princes, while Dorothy floated gently to earth.
Sir Hokus embraced the Scarecrow, and the Scarecrow hugged the Cowardly Lion, and I don’t wonder at all. For no sooner had the magic elixir touched the Princes, than two of them became silver pigs and the eldest a weasel. They had been turned to their true shapes instead of the Scarecrow. And while the company hopped about in alarm, they ran squealing from the hall and disappeared in the gardens.
“Seize the Gheewizard and take him to his cave,” ordered the Scarecrow, asserting his authority for the first time since the proceedings has started. He had noticed the old man making queer signs and passes toward Sir Hokus. A dozen took hold of the struggling Gheewizard and hurried him out of the hall.
Sir Hokus, at the request of the Scarecrow, clapped his iron gauntlets for silence.
“You will agree with me, I’m sure,” said the Scarecrow in a slightly unsteady voice, “that magic is a serious matter to meddle with. If you will all return quietly to your homes, I will try to find a way out of our difficulties.”
The Silver Islanders listened respectfully and after a little arguing among themselves backed out of the throne room. To tell the truth, they were anxious to spread abroad the tale of the morning’s happenings.
Princess Orange Blossom, however, refused to depart. Magic or no magic, she had come to marry the Emperor, and she would not leave till the ceremony had been performed.
“But my dear old Lady, would you wish to marry a Scarecrow?” coaxed the Emperor.
“All men are Scarecrows,” snapped the Princess sourly.
“Then why marry at all?” rumbled the Cowardly Lion, making a playful leap at her palanquin. This was too much. The Princess swooned on the spot, and the Scarecrow, taking advantage of her unconscious condition, ordered her chair bearers to carry her away as far and as fast as they could run.
“Now,” said the Scarecrow when the last of the company had disappeared, “let us talk this over.”
CHAPTER 21
THE ESCAPE FROM THE SILVER ISLAND
“Well!” gasped Dorothy, fanning herself with her hat, “I never was so s’prised in my life!”
“Nor I,” exclaimed the Scarecrow. “The Grand Gheewizard will be suing you for parassault and battery. But how did it happen?”
“Well,” began Dorothy, “as soon as the parasol opened, I flew up so fast that I could hardly breathe. Then, after I’d gone ever so far, it came to me that if the parasol went up when it was up, it would come down when it was down. I couldn’t leave you all in such a fix — so I closed it, and — ”
“Came down!” finished the Scarecrow with a wave of his hand. “You always do the right thing in the right place, my dear.”
“It was lucky I hit the vase, wasn’t it?” sighed Dorot
hy. “But I’m rather sorry about the Princes.”
“Served ‘em right,” growled the Cowardly Lion. “They’ll make very good pigs!”
“But who’s to rule the island?” demanded Sir Hokus, turning his gaze reluctantly from the smoking dragonskin.
“This will require thought,” said the Scarecrow pensively. “Let us all think.”
“I doubt that I can ever think again.” The Doubtful Dromedary wagged his head from side to side in a dazed fashion.
“Just leave it to our dear Karwan Bashi.” The Comfortable Camel nodded complacently at the Knight and began plucking sly wisps from the Scarecrow’s boot top. For a short time there was absolute silence.
Then Sir Hokus, who had been thinking tremendously with his elbows on his knees, burst out, “Why not Sir Pudding, here? Why not this honest Punster? Who but Happy Toko deserves the throne?”
“The very person!” cried the Scarecrow, clasping his yellow gloves, and taking off his silver hat, he set it impulsively upon the head of the fat little Silver Islander.
“He’ll make a lovely Emperor,” said Dorothy. “He’s so kind-hearted and jolly. And now the Scarecrow can abdicate and come home to Oz.”
They all looked triumphantly at the Imperial Punster, but Happy Toko, snatching off the royal hat, burst into tears.
“Don’t leave me behind, amiable Master!” he sobbed disconsolately. “Oh, how I shall miss you!”
“But don’t you see,” coaxed Dorothy, “the Scarecrow needs you here more than anyplace, and think of all the fine clothes you will have and how rich you will be!”
“And Tappy, my dear boy,” said the Scarecrow, putting his arm around Happy Toko, “you might not like Oz any more than I like Silver Island. Then think — if everything goes well, you can visit me — just as one Emperor visits another!”
“And you won’t forget me?” sniffed Happy, beginning to like the idea of being Emperor.
“Never!” cried the Scarecrow with an impressive wave.
“And if anything goes wrong, will you help me out?” questioned Happy uncertainly.
“We’ll look in the Magic Picture of Oz every month,” declared Dorothy, “and if you need us we’ll surely find some way to help you.”
“An’ you ever require a trusty sword, Odds Bodikins!” exclaimed Sir Hokus, pressing Tappy’s hand, “I’m your man!”
“All right, dear Master!” Happy slowly picked up the Imperial hat and set it sideways on his head. “I’ll do my best.”
“I don’t doubt it at all,” said the Doubtful Dromedary to everyone’s surprise.
“Three cheers for the Emperor! Long live the Emperor of the Silver Island,” rumbled the Cowardly Lion, and everybody from Oz, even the camel and dromedary, fell upon their knees before Happy Toko.
“You may have my bride, too, Tappy,” chuckled the Scarecrow with a wink at Dorothy. “And Tappy,” he asked, sobering suddenly, “will you have my grandsons brought up like real children? Just as soon as I return, I shall send them all the Books of Oz.”
Happy bowed, too confused and excited for speech.
“Now,” said the Scarecrow, seizing Dorothy’s hand, “I can return to Oz with an easy mind.”
“Doubt that,” said the Doubtful Dromedary.
“You needn’t!” announced Dorothy. “I’ve thought it all out.” In a few short sentences she outlined her plan.
“Bravo!” roared the Cowardly Lion, and now the little party began in real earnest the preparation for the journey back to Oz.
First, Happy brought them a delicious luncheon, with plenty of twigs and hay for the camel and dromedary and meat for the Cowardly Lion. The Scarecrow packed into the camel’s sacks a few little souvenirs for the people of Oz. Then they dressed Happy Toko in the Scarecrow’s most splendid robe and ordered him to sit upon the throne. Next, the Scarecrow rang for one of the palace servants and ordered the people of the Silver Islands to assemble in the hall.
Presently the Silvermen began to come trooping in, packing the great throne room until it could hold no more. Everyone was chattering excitedly.
It was quite a different company that greeted them. The Scarecrow, cheerful and witty in his old Munchkin suit, Dorothy and Sir Hokus smiling happily, and the three animal members of the party fairly blinking with contentment.
“This,” said the Scarecrow pleasantly when everyone was quiet, “is your new Emperor, to whom I ask you to pledge allegiance.” He waved proudly in the direction of Happy Toko, who, to tell the truth, presented a truly royal appearance. “It is not possible for me to remain with you, but I shall always watch over this delightful island and with the magic fan vanquish all its enemies and punish all offenders.”
Happy Toko bowed to his subjects.
The Silver Islanders exchanged startled glances, then, as the Scarecrow carelessly lifted the fan, they fell prostrate to the earth.
“Ah!” said the Scarecrow with a broad wink at Happy. “This is delightful. You agree with me, I see. Now then, three cheers for Tappy Oko, Imperial Emperor of the Silver Island.”
The cheers were given with a will, and Happy in acknowledgement made a speech that has since been written into the Royal Book of state as a masterpiece of eloquence.
Having arranged affairs so satisfactorily, the Scarecrow embraced Happy Toko with deep emotion. Dorothy and Sir Hokus shook hands with him and wished him every success and happiness. Then the little party from Oz walked deliberately to the bean pole in the center of the hall.
The Silver Islanders were still a bit dazed by the turn affairs had taken and stared in astonishment as the Scarecrow and Sir Hokus fastened thick ropes around the Cowardly Lion, the Doubtful Dromedary and the Comfortable Camel. Similar ropes they tied around their own waists and Dorothy’s, and the ends of all were fastened securely to the handle of the magic parasol, which Dorothy held carefully.
“Goodbye, everybody!” called the little girl, suddenly opening the parasol.
“Goodbye!” cried the genial Scarecrow, waving his hand.
Too stupefied for speech, the assemblage gaped with amazement as the party floated gently upward. Up — up — and out of sight whirled the entire party.
CHAPTER 22
THE FLIGHT OF THE PARASOL
Holding the handle of the parasol, Dorothy steered it with all the skill of an aviator, and in several minutes after their start the party had entered the deep, black passage down which the Scarecrow had fallen. Each one of the adventurers was fastened to the parasol with ropes of different length so that none of them bumped together, but even with all the care in the world it was not possible to keep them from bumping the sides of the tube. The Comfortable Camel grunted plaintively from time to time, and Dorothy could hear the Doubtful Dromedary complaining bitterly in the darkness. It was pitch dark, but by keeping one hand in touch with the bean pole, Dorothy managed to hold the parasol in the center.
“How long will it take?” she called breathlessly to the Scarecrow, who was dangling just below.
“Hours!” wheezed the Scarecrow, holding fast to his hat. “I hope none of the parties on this line hear us,” he added nervously, thinking of the Middlings.
“What recks it?” blustered Sir Hokus. “Hast forgotten my trusty sword?” But his words were completely drowned in the rattle of his armor.
“Hush!” warned the Scarecrow, “Or we’ll be pulled in.” So for almost an hour, they flew up the dark, chimney-like tube with only an occasional groan as one or another scraped against the rough sides of the passage. Then, before they knew what was happening, the parasol crashed into something, half closed, and the whole party started to fall head over heels over helmets.
“O!” gasped Dorothy, turning a complete somersault, “catch hold of the bean pole, somebody!”
“Put up the parasol!” shrieked the Scarecrow. Just then Dorothy, finding herself right side up, grasped the pole herself and snapped the parasol wide open. Up, up, up they soared again, faster than ever!
“We’re flying up much faster than I fell down. We must be at the top!” called the Scarecrow hoarsely, “and somebody has closed the opening!”
CHAPTER 23
SAFE AT LAST IN THE LAND OF OZ
“Must we keep bumping until we bump through?” panted Dorothy anxiously.
“No, by my hilts!” roared Sir Hokus, and setting his foot in a notch of the beanstalk, he cut with his sword the rope that bound him to the parasol. “Put the parasol down half way, and I’ll climb ahead and cut an opening.”
With great difficulty Dorothy partially lowered the parasol, and instantly their speed diminished. Indeed, they barely moved at all, and the Knight had soon passed them on his climb to the top.
“Are you there?” rumbled the Cowardly Lion anxiously. A great clod of earth landed on his head, filling his eyes and mouth with mud.
“Ugh!” roared the lion.
“It’s getting light! It’s getting light!” screamed Dorothy, and in her excitement snapped the parasol up.
Sir Hokus, having cut with his sword a large circular hole in the thin crust of earth covering the tube, was about to step out when the parasol, hurling up from below, caught him neatly on its top, and out burst the whole party and sailed up almost to the clouds!
“Welcome to Oz!” cried Dorothy, looking down happily on the dear familiar Munchkin landscape.
“Home at last!” exulted the Scarecrow, wafting a kiss downward.
“Let’s get down to earth before we knock the sun into a cocked hat,” gasped the Cowardly Lion, for Dorothy, in her excitement, had forgotten to lower the parasol.
Now the little girl lowered the parasol carefully at first, then faster and faster and finally shut it altogether.
Sir Hokus took a high dive from the top. Down tumbled the others, over and over. But fortunately for all, there was a great haystack below, and upon this they landed in a jumbled heap close to the magic bean pole. As it happened, there was no one in sight. Up they jumped in a trice, and while the Comfortable Camel and Doubtful Dromedary munched contentedly at the hay, Sir Hokus and the Scarecrow placed some loose boards over the opening around the bean pole and covered them with dirt and cornstalks.
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